Under the Oak - Beautiful People Lyrics

Cover me if I break one
In the blanket of the sea
Kill the light that I have wasted
It was never meant for me
Ooh the beautiful people
Ooh the beautiful people
A fever in me
The weathered, wayfaring woman
The smiling eyes of the man
And the names not found in fires
And the touch of his hand
Ooh the beautiful people
Ooh the beautiful people
Broken and blind, they might never see
Ooh the beautiful people
Ooh the beautiful people
Ooh the beautiful people
A fever in me